Confusion

" What have we got, " Jane says as she approaches Frost, Pike and the victim. She approaches rubbing her hands together. Then squats by the body. " Well, well, an ice pick, how original." she scoffs as she looks at all three men. " Why the urgency Frost, you could have called me when we recieved the body at the station." She gets up and waves her hand over the surroundings." This is some kind of turf thing, definitely pointing to Paddy Doyle. Oh, wait, he's still in Walpole. So some idiot is trying to start something." Her frustration with the morning oozing through her sharp sarcasm. Her stare focused on Frost..

"Jane , give the boy a chance." an irritated Korsak interjects. Jane whips around to look Korsak in the eye and is meet with the mirror reflection of the same steely stare. She clenches her teeth and turns back to Frost.

"Well?"

Pike and Frost look at eachother, then at Jane.

Frost looks back at his smart pad, " Do you know who this is? This is Perce Flanigan, son of Shamas O'Flanagin . He is-was , the eldest son, destine to take over the " family " business." Frost makes air quotes.

" God, this could get messy, The O'Flanagin territory is almost as big as Doyle's. "

" O great ," says Pike, " your friend took a great time to disappear." As he looks in Jane's direction and rolls his eyes.

The relatively innocent comment enraged Jane. She whipped around and marched toward Pike. Furry evident on her face and in her body language. " PIKE!" She erupted. Pike stepped back shrinking form the detective now in his face.

Korsak steps forward, gently takes Jane's arm, after a few attempt to free herself, concedes and lets Vince lead her aside. "Jane, I don't know what happened with that phone call, but you have been in a foul mood since then. Go home or for a walk or whatever you need to cool off. Much as I hate to say it, don't take it out on Pike right now, we need him." She snatches her arm back, sending a glare at Pike , then she turns to Vince. Pointing a finger, her voice low and gravelly.

" Leave me alone Vince, I'll go , but I'll be back in an hour and I want Pike to be ready to do that autopsy. All the OCD drama over with, you hear me Vince." She stalks off toward her car.

Korsak approaches the two men again. " What's with her ?" Frost comments.

"Yes, that was very unprofessional." adds Pike.

" I don't know, that call she received, it seemed to really," he looks at Pike before he continues, "up- put her in a bad mood."

"Obviously," retorts Pike.

Both Detectives eye him, then Korsak continues, " Barry, we have to get a handle on this, these guys play for keeps." Frost nods. " The eye for an eye mentality. This is big, once O'Flanagin hears his son is dead, he'll be gunning for a Doyle."

" Doyle doesn't have any kids, oh right," comments Pike, then the realization hits. " I hope they don't think I'm Dr Isles and come to the lab and murder me!" he exclaims. The other two men just look at him and shake their heads.

Korsak motions to one of the uniforms. "We are done here, the body can be moved to the Morgue."

Pike took the cue and left as well.

Barry and Vince walk to their cars. " What's up with Jane Vince, I've never seen her go off like that."

Vince pensively nods, " She got a phone call, it seemed to upset her, but you know our Jane, stiff upper lip and get the job done. Whatever it was it threw her off. We need her back in the game, especially now that Maura's life may be in danger."

" When is she back?." Barry questions.

"Don't know, think she was taking a couple of extra days after the conference, maybe on the weekend." Korsak comments with a shrug. " You can always ask Jane." he says to Frost as a sly grin crosses his lips.

" Oh no partner, I'm not going there, especially not today!" Frost concedes with raised hands.

Both men share a grin as the get in their cars.

Jane walked to her car, she took one glance back before opening the door. Korsak was returning to the scene, joining the other two men next to the body. Barry really didn't deserve that. God, what is going on in my head. Maura would comment that I had been "synaptic hyper excited." She smiled at the thought of her friend. She check her phone once more. Nothing from Maura, not a call or a text. She got into her car. Alright my turn. She pushed the quick dial for "poindexter" and heard the ringing.

"Hello, you have reached the voicemail of Dr Maura Isles..."

" Come on Maura pick up," she says out loud. She tries the number again, with the same result. She throws her phone on the passenger side. She hits her steering wheel in frustration as she bares her teeth down on her lower lip, almost to the point of drawing blood. Then a thought hits her, she grabs for her phone and hits the button. The phone rings once.

"Hello"

"Ma, its Jane, have you heard from Maura in the last few days? Has she checked up on Bass?" She blurts out in one excited flurry of words.

" Well , hello to you too Jane." Angela huffs

" Ma, Ma, did you or didn't you hear from Maura?" she yells in frustration.

" Goodness, Janie, calm down. No I haven't heard from her in the last couple of days. That's not typical, usually she called every night to check on Bass. She must be having fun!" Angela comments.

Jane throws her head back, summons a weaker voice to reply to her mother. " Ma, I haven't heard from her either, I'm just getting a little worried, ya know."

" For heaven's sake Jane, she is having a little vacation skiing, she'll be back on the weekend. She doesn't have to report to you her every movement. Maybe shes just having too much fun, if you know what I mean, to think of us. " Angela chuckles.

" Yea, your right Ma, and that's inappropriate to say about my best friend, I just..," the thoughts of the conversation from Aspen swirl in her head.

" Jane, you sound tired this morning, are you sleeping?" her mother says

"Yea Ma, I'm fine, " lie, " I'm sorry Ma about yelling at you, I gota go, chat later, I love you Ma."

"Love you too Janie, see you later at the Cafe. Bye."

Jane ends the call and turns her head to the flashing lights. She puts her phone down and unconsciously rubs her scars. Her thoughts drift to that call. Is Maura okay, is she hurt. I can't concentrate. Come on Rizzoli get a grip, she's fine, just having fun with some ski instructor or whatever. She chuckles to herself. Yea , thats it, but she usually calls to talk about it with me. A pang of jealously rips through her. What was that, she thinks to herself.

" That's enough Rizzoli snap out of it, Maura is fine and you'll see her Saturday for movie night, now get a grip." She admonished herself out loud. She checks her phone for the Aspen number. I'll go home for a bit and call around. Then I'll go to the autopsy with idiot lips ,Pike.

As she starts her car and prepares to drive off, she can't squelch the eerie feeling about Maura.

Defiantly agree, Jane should be on a plane to find Maura. Our Jane is confused, but once she gets some facts , she very well could be winging it.